YeahYeahOctober 18, '74The year I was bornA young nigga ready for warits in my blood to get the fetty for surei was cursed since birth and my daddy slangin' baggies of rawand i'm the advocatecrack hitin 86 we started havin' shitrockin', cookin', cuttin', baggin' it straight havin' shit pushin packages for my cousinmakin 20 off a notei refuse to go brokemy whole family slang dopeand my big sister was a little richer cause she always hung around with the big pushersi watched niggas brake keys in the sinkwith jack hammers and gensuesthrow me money for tennis shoesI been the dude since high schoolthe latest clothes and them jewels had me paper chasin'i didn't finish schoolI bought a quarter ounce and an uzwith my crewhit tha blockstart hustle like them real niggaz doI'm walkin in the shoes of Felix Mitcheland little Dthem balla niggaz from my projects I listen toI kept it real in my interviewsI was broke as fuckand sleepin' on the floor in the village dudeI'm just a Y.G.chronic Dsmokin' fire weedniggaz corner peakI'm building dynastyso I pistol whip and rob niggazwhat goes around comes aroundcause I end up gettin' shot niggabut God love memy heart don't stopi pop bubblygot the whole block lockedI live lovelyAnd my father the black gorrilla family crack dealerwith the house on the hilla make scratch for reallathat's why I say its in my bloodcause my father was a thugwith the columbian plug flood the block with drugs niggawe slang lots of coca with glocks up in the holsterLa Costa Nostra Nigga!

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